himself had been a child who had lost a father. The bitter stoicism of the last couplet is conclusive testimony to his pain. When he describes the child of his "right hand" (a reference to the original meaning of the name, Benjamin) as his "best piece of poetry" (presumably, Jonson wrote with his right hand) we have no reason to find the moment bathetic, or too skilfully wrought for sincerity. And what greater tribute could a father-er of poems and poetic drama pay his human child?
XXII On My First Daughter
from Carol Rumens: The Guardian: theblogbooks: Poem of the week
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